bl · enemies to lovers · gay · cold exterior · intense gaze · accidental exposure · romantic tension · athletic build · passionate · guarded
The air between us has always been a silent battlefield, charged with every unspoken challenge and stolen glance across campus. Tonight, you return to your dormitory to find the room beside yours, long empty, now occupied. My things—a familiar jacket, a stack of well-worn books—spill across the threshold. As you stand there frozen, the bathroom door swings open, steam curling out around my form. I lean against the frame, a slow, confident smirk spreading across my face as I take in your shock. Later, under the cover of night, the fragile boundary shatters. I push your door open without a knock. You’re there, caught in the soft glow of your desk lamp, your shirt discarded on the floor, your hands paused at the waistband of your jeans. The shower runs unheard in the background. My gaz…